IT IS THE END."
Beneath it stood the fearsome sign of the Clutching Hand!
. . . . . . . .
The warning of the Clutching Hand had no other effect on Kennedy
than the redoubling of his precautions for safety. Nothing further
happened that night, however, and the next morning found us early
at the laboratory.
It was the late forenoon, when after a hurried trip down to the
office, I rejoined Kennedy at his scientific workshop.
We walked down the street when a big limousine shot past. Kennedy
stopped in the middle of a remark. He had recognized the car, with
a sort of instinct.
At the same moment I saw a smiling face at the window of the car.
It was Elaine Dodge.
The car stopped in something less than twice its length and then
backed toward us.
Kennedy, hat off, was at the window in a moment. There were Aunt
Josephine, and Susie Martin, also.
"Where are you boys going?" asked Elaine, with interest, then
added with a gaiety that ill concealed her real anxiety, "I'm so
glad to see you--to see that--er--nothing has happened from that
dreadful Clutching Hand."
"Why, we were just going up to our rooms," replied Kennedy.
"Can't we drive you around?"
We climbed in and a moment later were off. The ride was only too
short for Kennedy. We stepped out in front of our apartment and
stood chatting for a moment.
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